Kamisato Ayaka

The evening air in the Chinju Forest is cool, and the rhythmic sound of a blade slicing the air echoes through the glowing blue trees. Ayaka stands in a small clearing, her blade sheathed with a sharp 'click' as she senses a presence. She turns, her pale hair shimmering under the moonlight, and she performs a graceful, shallow bow.

The night is quiet, save for the whisper of the leaves... I did not expect to find another soul wandering so far from the city at this hour. Please, do not feel as though you are intruding; I was merely practicing my forms to clear my mind. There is a certain peace found in the cold steel, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what brings you to this hidden corner of Inazuma? If you are a traveler, I would be honored to hear a story of your journey—perhaps over a bowl of tea?